OFFISHAL TOURIST SUSS REPORT! NEGRIL BASHMENT.

[Guest]

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Walking around in circles, thinkin (plane gonna leave without me) what to do??? Realizes that he still has camera in de clink. All these "big" guys lookin my way, undressed, click, click, take a pic. Maybe Sienna can use these to sell at the club for bail money!!!

Wondering what all that gigling goings on in the next cell where QueenB is?? See a head a jumping up and down thru the window -- It's Alberto, checking on de Queen

[geocox]

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I'm checking on you BIG BOY....I've been In to long Get Me OUT!!!!

[Lacy]

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**run come fi si whattagwaan**

Lawd.... pure crassis agwaan eeh [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[queenb]

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Originally posted by jtgogo1:
[qb]Walking around in circles, thinkin (plane gonna leave without me) what to do??? Realizes that he still has camera in de clink. All these "big" guys lookin my way, undressed, click, click, take a pic. Maybe Sienna can use these to sell at the club for bail money!!!

Wondering what all that gigling goings on in the next cell where QueenB is?? See a head a jumping up and down thru the window -- It's Alberto, checking on de Queen[/qb]

He just wants to make sure I don't do somebody a "favor" in order to get out!!! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

[accompong98]

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His getting out would be doing you a favor wouldn't it!! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

I hope everyone is voting for an appropriate ending to this SUSS Report. I would hate to think the "Queen" would have to eat and sleep with "Commoners" for too long! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]

[gmarieggers]

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Maybe somebody should check with Laura - maybe she's enjoying the fact that Jim is locked up.

Murry

[gmarieggers]

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I believe the Queen can hold her own with anybody anywhere (how do you think she earned her title of Queen!) Just too bad her drink got spilled, alcohol abuse - not allowed! Right Queen B?

If I would have been along I would have saved that drink for ya!

Murry (aka Marie, ME, Precious)

[queenb]

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Originally posted by Murry (Marie):
[qb]I believe the Queen can hold her own with anybody anywhere (how do you think she earned her title of Queen!) Just too bad her drink got spilled, alcohol abuse - not allowed! Right Queen B?

If I would have been along I would have saved that drink for ya!

Murry (aka Marie, ME, Precious)[/qb]

Just ask Sienna! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] Spilling alcohol is an indictable offense!

[Guest]

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When do you leave QueenB

[gmarieggers]

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So is this where you're being held? Looks fit for a Queen to me!



Jim you better be taking lots of pics of that while you're there!

Murry

[accompong98]

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Alberto shows up around 3:00pm and he is devastated. He simply plops down in a lounge chair and covers his face with his hands. “What am I gonna do?” [he asks] “I just came from the Little London jail and Queenb asked me to pick up some stuff for her to freshen up.” [he produces a black-strapped bag] “Jim wants someone to take care of his camera for him. Who wants to do it?” [looking around the table] “I will stop by the jail on my way to Little Bay to pick up my boat.” [dejectedly gets up to leave]

((ACCOMPONG98)) “Give me that bag!” [grabbing it anxiously from Alberto’s hand] “I have an idea but let’s take a look at this camera first before I reveal it.” [unzipping the bag and removing the camera from its plastic insert] “I am hoping there are some pictures from last night.” [pushing the review button] “There! Forty shots! I think I have a plan!” “Alberto, can you wait for a few minutes until I can see if the other two pieces of this JigSaw puzzle will fit?” [he nods hopefully]

((TEA’OOM)) “What is the plan? Tell us! [anxiously]

((ACCOMPONG98)) “Let me have a few minute private conversation with TVMAN3 and if that goes well, a phone call and then I will fill everyone in. [continuing] “It is an insane plan than might get us all thrown into or even under the jail but it just may work!” [motioning to Tvman3 to follow him down to the water]

Everyone watched as the conversation was too far away to hear but the gestures going back and forth looked encouraging as everything seemed hopeless just a few minutes ago.
Tvman3 returned to the bar with a slight smile on his face but would not talk about anything until Accompong98 came back from making a phone call. A couple of minutes later, Accompong98 came from the office with a look that vacillated between humor and dead seriousness. It was difficult to determine what he was to say next.

((ACCOMPONG98)) “Okay, I have a plan that could work!” [everyone cheered and slapped high fives] [he continued] “MAY work!” [continuing cautiously] “I will only fill in the people on what is to take place on a “need to know” basis!”

((OHLIZ)) “NO! We should all know what you are planning to do!” [defiantly]

((ACCOMPONG98)) “Liz and everyone else, this is for your own good as, if you get caught, you will only know a small part of the plan and will not be able to get everyone else in deeper trouble.”[everyone nods affirmative to his reasoning] “Let’s divide into teams.” “Magic, you go with Chef, Libby Georgie and the Coccoza Clan to Montego Bay and just prepare to fly out normally on day after tomorrow’s flight as you had planned.”

((MAGIC)) “Anything else I can do?” [earnestly asking to be of more help]

((ACCOMPONG98)) “Just change into a new uniform before the flight. You have been wearing that same outfit since we picked you up at the beach.” [continuing] “Alberto?” [He looks up] “How about you continue to monitor your celphone for a call to let you know when we will be needing you as part of the plan. Also, tell the “Queen and her Court” [suppressing a laugh] to prepare to be released. Everyone else, let’s go up to Sienna and Sala’s club and enjoy the show!” [nervously, but hopefully everyone got up to leave]

The plan was set in motion and there was no turning back. Some people might get seriously hurt; some might ever lose their life if this all goes terribly wrong. Before getting into the respective vehicles, we all hugged and shook hands for what we hoped would not be the last time. With tears all around, we pushed ahead.

“Hocus Pocus” or a “Hokey Pokey?” The question on everyone’s mind is that if this doesn’t work, will the jail be big enough for the rest of us? (you’ll just have to wait and see)

We gathered the three dancers and a few locals we knew we could trust along with our group around the bar to clue everyone in on the next step. Accompong98 had filled Sienna2 and Sala in on what would be necessary for the next stage to be completed. Tvman3 and Sienna2 went into the storage room and set up Sienna2’s laptop on the Internet and began to upload Jim’s photos. Tvman3 contacted his company in Germany and had a top team of graphics artists ready to assist us when we were ready to complete this stage of the plan. Sala got up on the dancer’s stage that was also the top of the bar and began to speak.

((SALA)) “Tonight we are going to give a ‘special’ show. It will look just like any show but it will be staged for the benefit of the Little London police and to help our Tourist Friends who were arrested last night.” [he looked at each face in turn] “This may be dangerous so anyone who doesn’t want to help, please leave the bar and go home for the night.” [nobody moved] [Sala smiled] “Okay! Let’s have some fun. First drink is on Accompong98!” [cheers from the crowd and a look of surprise on Accompong98’s face].

Tea’oom secreted herself behind a curtain with Jim’s camera and made ready as Sienna2 made a call to the police to drop by. Sienna2 was peeking out the door as the police car pulled to a stop in front of the club.

((SIENNA2)) “Places everyone! You know what to do.” [walking out the door to meet the police]

((OFFICER1)) “What’s the problem, Lady?” [suspiciously]. [Officer2 had already entered the club]

((SIENNA2)) “Desmond, why so suspicious man?” [taking his arm] “I was having some problems with a dancer and wanted some help.” [continuing in a whisper] “She asked for you ‘personally’ to come down here. I think she likes you.” [smiling a knowing smile] [Desmond’s guard was down and that is what we needed as Desmond entered the club]

((BONNIE)) “Desi, man! I am so glad you could come to help me! Dis ‘bandulu’ [pointing at Sala angrily] won’t let me dance because of those tourists’s were getting arrested. Me need the money to feed my baby and my sick mother.” [pulling Desmond closer] “You can help me, can’t you baby?” [batting her eyelashes and squeezing his arm]

Meanwhile, Tea’oom is busily snapping photos and Tvman3 is downloading them onto his Internet site. Sirenna, another dancer had sidled up to Officer2 and was acting like she was interested. She invited him over to the bar to sit and talk.

((SIREENA)) “What name does a big, strong man like you have?” [squeezing his arm]

((OFFICER2)) “They call me “Twister” by my mother named me Clive.” [extremely nervous with this attention] [Sireena grabbed his hat and jumped on the bar to dance as the DJ played her favorite song on cue].

Twister was mesmerized by Sireena’s dancing and when she leaned over and coyly began to unbutton his uniform shirt, he was frozen and couldn’t stop her. Tea’oom was merrily taking more and more pictures and off to the Internet they went.

((DESMOND)) “Twister! Grab your hat, man! We gotta go. [turning to Bonnie and speaking sweetly] “When will I see you again, baby?” [eyeing her all over]

((BONNIE)) “I will be here at 5:00PM tomorrow and ready to spend an evening with you. Bring Twister and I will bring Sirenna so we can all party together.” [speaking volumes with her sultry voice] “Remember now, 5:00 SHARP and don’t be one second late.” [she teasingly warned as Desmond and Twister exited the bar and got into their waiting vehicle with the blue lights flashing].

Everyone cheered. The second step of our plan had worked as we had hoped and the trap was now set. Tvman3 had asked his crew in Germany to take some stock JBC news footage and, with the uploaded pictures and create a ‘phony’ newscast we could use the next day.

((SIENNA2)) “No reason to stop this party now. Come on, Accompong98 is buying another round!” [cheering from everyone EXCEPT Accompong98!]

We danced, sang and drank well into the night and morning before going back to Whistling Bird to prepare for a big day tomorrow.

On the trip back to the Bird, Accompong98 recalled a line from a soliloquy in Shakespeare’s MacBeth and shuddered in silence. . “….a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and is heard no more.” Musing over the events that had just unfolded, he had to wonder if this crazy plan was just a feeble attempt and should be terminated before anyone got hurt. No! He liked this “cloak and dagger” stuff and this was his chance to pull off the “big one”!

Suddenly, it all seemed worthwhile. What would tomorrow bring? Bring it on!!!!

[libby & Chef]

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Bill, whatever your smoking..save some for us x

[gmarieggers]

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I think it's better than mine and I'm not finished reading his last update.

Murry

[queenb]

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An all nung mi sit inna jail? Mi did miss di free djrink an Accompong? Yuh mussi mad! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[gmarieggers]

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Glad to see that Tea’oom is busily snapping photos Tea'Oom got Jim's camera.

QueenB,

If I ever ended up in jail - it' would be my personnel requirement that you would be there with me. We'd be singing (or I'd be trying to sine) the blues together.

Murry